It is a vain thought to flee from the work that God appoints us, for the sake of finding a greater blessing, instead of seeking it where alone it is to be found - in loving obedience.

Love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.

There's folks 'ud hold a sieve under the pump and expect to carry away the water.

There are characters which are continually creating collisions and nodes for themselves in dramas which nobody is prepared to act with them. Their susceptibilities will clash against objects that remain innocently quiet.

Everybody liked better to conjecture how the thing was, than simply to know it; for conjecture soon became more confident than knowledge, and had a more liberal allowance for the incompatible.

There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration.

A man deep-wounded may feel too much pain To feel much anger.